Before the White Man Came

See her standing
She is alive
A gatherer in the wild woods
The keeper of the hearth

See her singing
She is alive
Sage and rosemary nesting in her hair
A fragrance in the wind

See her dancing
She is alive
The nurturer of her people
A cultivator of the earth

See her praying
She is alive
Earth mother sculpted
A portent of all that is good

Before the white man came.

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Published by monkmoonman

I'm a soapbox Irishman with a fever to set things right in the world. I write stories and poems about the planned genocide of Native Americans, the troubles of youngsters trapped in Special Ed classes, and the fallacy of celibacy in the Catholic church. If you're feverish like me, tune me in.

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